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The older male agreed to lead the way, but that he would let Raven direct them wherever he thought was best. With a quiet nod of assent, the gangly young boy did his best to keep stride with the much larger wolf. As the familiar scents of the barn faded away, there was a greater variety of smells available to catch. Without the overpowering, earthy musk of livestock to cover up anything nearby, he could get a better idea of what was lurking around him. He kept his nose tilted up, searching for the sweet notes that he was already learning to associate with the meadowsweet. "Do you go out all the time to collect plants?" he asked, taking a moment to give himself a break from sniffing about aimlessly. Maybe he could convince Álarr to let him come along, he'd help look for plants if it meant he would be allowed to roam beyond the Fireside borders.

While he listened for a response from his companion, the young wolf caught the faintest trace of meadowsweet on the breeze. This was fun! He didn't usually get to do anything like this, where he could put all of his energy to use to hunt for something- aside from hunting down one of his siblings to pester them. A shake of his head and a soft snort, clearing his sinuses so he could draw in another snootful of air. Yeah, that smelled right. "I think there's some this way," he announced, veering right and ambling along as he held his head higher to follow the current he had caught.

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